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how did i stick myself with
so much crap? why is it as time goes by i find it harder and harder to relinquish my hold on it? records are the hardest to let go of-- they store useful vibrations in their grooves. unlike books, it's hard to find replacements. i can't imagine any library stocking The Kidz, from Albany, their record pressed in Schenectady. i think i should have sealed all these in a time capsule and buried it behind the wall steven and i built at bob's, 180 splitface 16x8 cinderblocks. too late for that--it's all capped off. so the next best thing, the information crypt of the internet. fly free in cyberspace, my pretty, all of us winged monkeys.
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